My treehouse with a thumb talks with an image less than itself. It mesmerizes mischief with Mayhem, like a tree watching its own growth on a ledge. Waterfall below. Thoughts in between. Taking longer than expected, the zipper of life made for a humble tremble.
We were trying to get there so we were there, and nothing was found. No wind. No noise. Nothing to smell and nothing to see. The digging for- found absence. Even the worms were away, also looking; for us to be found with thoughts free enough to live again.
I have this nearly non-stop feeling to leave the house and do something. Anything. Walk, hunt, fish, visit family, drive to the ocean, cross state lines and not follow rules. So, that’s what I do. I used to say to be free in America is to be without debt. But with Covid, my feelings on freedom has transitioned. Never did I think my government would prohibit movement and daily freedoms to the level they have. Thankfully, I didn’t listen, and it felt great to not listen and to find my new freedoms by not staying put. This may very well become the most important Spring of my lifetime. Every May flower is waiting to be seen. They only need to be planted first.
You can’t always do what you want. But you can do now what you will. Grab the fucking book. Ignore that screaming argument pulling your metallic rage sideways and sit in your best possible spot to read words you’ve been wanting to know. Then raise your glass of I don’t give a fuck and cheers the sun going down. Because no matter what, you will either see the sun again, or it’ll never care enough to wake you up.
By strife’s design we disallow individual freedom of mind
Carefully staging failures- gaffed as though they truly happened
Stuck in mindful numbness, fear, intolerance of self-worth
And yet we may stand screeching of victory at first light
She paints death alive again. Cement cracked. Who said that? I did. Where’d you get it. I heard it once. The sky raged looking for shelter. Pulling at faces. Where’d you hear it? -In my head. And that’s why I trust her. The foundation of our souls stood upright releasing each of us freely.